President Slave Girl: The Homouth -- Book 1 of the President Slave Girl series by Pat Powers

bluntly
--people who engage in consensual sex are known as lovers, people
who engage in nonconsensual sex are known as rapists. The same
difference applies with us. Imagine if people really did as some
feminists advise and treated all men as rapists. Men would think
that was unfair. But they'd also be pretty damn pissed at the
rapists, wouldn't they, for doing the things that made them suspect
by association.
    "Now, we know you're not here consensually,
Eileen," Laurel continued. "But you do present a special case.
Legally, you have no consent to give. You don't have any rights as
a person -- you've lost those. The judge took them away. So in a
legal sense we CAN'T treat you in a nonconsensual manner -- you've
no consent to give.
    "But there is still the matter of ethics.
Ethically, this is definitely a nonconsensual matter. But it is
also a special case. You see, you have hurt so many of us so deeply
that no amount of torture could equal it, even if we tortured you
to death and took months doing it. We have all been imprisoned, or
had loves one imprisoned, by your Obscenity Laws.
    "In particular, there was one among us named
Rosie," Laurel continued. "A submissive who was dear to all of us
in this room except you, and to many others. She modeled for some
of us who published on the Internet, and wound up in jail for it,
where she was repeatedly raped by guards. She killed herself
because of it. Rosie had been whipped and spanked and caned and
fisted and fucked while gagged and tied like an animal -- but
always by choice. Always, her choice, and the knowledge that she
could say "no" and her "no" would be respected. But she couldn't
handle the sheer nonconsensuality and brutality of the rapes she
endured in prison, so she hung herself from the bars of her cell
one night. We are sure she found death a blessing.
    "We blame you for that. And we're going after
the guards, too, in a different way, if that's any consolation to
you -- didn't think it would be.
    "So in all of our names, but particularly in
Rosie's name, we can't just let the matter drop," said Laurel, a
hard edge creeping into her voice. "We thought about it, and we've
decided to hold a special memorial service for Rosie, and you are
going to be the guest of honor for it. We are going to tell you
about Rosie and some of the others who've suffered under your hand,
and while we are doing it, we're going to teach you a thing or two
about suffering. Because you really need to know about it. That is
why we are going to make this exception to our rule against
nonconsensuality -- because you need to understand what suffering
and humiliation is, so that you can never again treat human beings
as you have in the past."
    "What we are about to do is to soil ourselves
for your sake, and for Rosie's and for everyone else you have
injured or may injure in the future," said Laurel. "We don't think
you have any idea how much suffering and pain you've inflicted on
others, or really, what suffering and pain is. We are going to
teach you about that."
    "These are our tools," said Holly, opening a
black canvas back and pulling out a roll of dark cloth. She
unrolled it and saw an assortment of very nasty looking objects
indeed. Whips. Floggers. Paddles. Needles with wooden handles.
Clothespins. A couple of electronic devices with alligator clips.
Alligator clips with chains attached to them. Round spiky wheels. A
lot of other things, all of them very clean and shiny but with a
patina of use.
    Eileen looked at the array of devices spread
out on the cloth and grew very, very afraid. In fact, she began
trembling.
    "There, there," said Laurel, "I guess it's
reasonable for you to be afraid under these circumstances, but you
don't have to be that afraid. We are not allowed to maim you, and
we won't. We won't even affect your appearance, really. We may
break the skin here and there, but nothing that won't heal up good
as new in a couple of days. You're going to get through this
physically unharmed.